The imperial concubine is favored by the Six Palaces again

Chapter 272 Jealous
The dirty flour might as well make a pig a meal of noodles.

Well, eat a good meal before going on the road.

Jiang Yuming got up and went inside, changed his clothes and came out.

As early as when a few people started making noise, the maids of each palace had already gone back to the palace to get their clothes.

Yang Fu also sent someone back to get Meng Chengye's clothes.

Whoops, only the imperial concubine dared to fight with the emperor like this. If the imperial concubine hadn't started it, the master next to him would not dare to fight the emperor.

It can only be said that General Liu has a tiger father and no dog daughter.

Once the instinct that had been suppressed for many years erupted, lo and behold, the emperor was slapped with flour all over his face.

Although there are empress empresses and Jin Shurong fighting in it, but it was the empresses and concubines who started it.

Yang Fu stood aside with his hands in his hands. Fortunately, he was clever and hid behind the door, otherwise he might bring disaster to Chi Yu.

After the commotion, everyone continued to finish making the remaining dumplings while talking and laughing.

Today, the vacant small kitchen in Ganquan Palace has come in handy, and Mrs. Bai took the initiative to take over the job of cooking dumplings.

It's not that I'm so active, I'm afraid that they won't cook the dumplings well.

Jiang Yuming likes to dip in vinegar when eating dumplings, so the vinegar is prepared early in the morning.

Meng Chengye took Jiang Yuming's hand, and said with a smile, "I originally wanted to eat with you, but I didn't expect it to become a small family feast."

Jiang Yuming laughed and said, "If the emperor is gone, then it won't be called a small family banquet."

Go out and turn left, thank you!
Meng Chengye raised his eyebrows: "Speaking of which, Chacha's hands are really warm."

Meng Chengye's words had no other meaning. He held Jiang Yuming's hand, and the temperature of Jiang Yuming's palm was slightly higher than his.

"Maybe it was just tossing around." Jiang Yuming took out his teacup indifferently.

If you think my hand is hot, don't hold it, you are used to it, do you want me to keep the temperature?

When the maid brought the cooked dumplings, Jiang Yuming ate a big bowl with a good appetite.

Meng Chengye looked at Jiang Yuming amusedly from the side: "It turns out that Chacha likes eating dumplings so much."

Jiang Yuming answered without raising her head. She now has two competitors, Concubine Liu Gui and Ning Xiaoyuan, who are both foodies.

But today's vinegar doesn't seem to be old vinegar, she always feels that it is not sour enough.

Wen Xian was eating elegantly at the side, after all, she made so many dumplings, how many can the three of them eat?
However, Wen Xian underestimated the foodie's ability, and when Wen Xian wanted to have another bowl, she found that the dumplings had already been eaten.

Wen Xian glanced at her empty bowl, then at the several sea bowls on the table, feeling suspicious of life.

Do you eat so fast?

After he was full, Jiang Yuming rinsed his mouth and withdrew his seat to make room for the people left behind.

She herself leaned on the soft couch beside her and yawned with her head propped up. Wen Xian turned her head to look at Jiang Yuming's tired face, but she couldn't hold back her laughter.

Concubine Liu Gui looked at the vinegar in Jiang Yuming's small plate, and dipped a dumpling into the vinegar in Jiang Yuming's plate. Her plate was finished, and there was only the last dumpling left in her bowl.

Just eat one with Yuming's vinegar.

Concubine Liu Gui took a small bite of the dumpling, then frowned, "It's so sour, I'm afraid it's old vinegar."

"Is it sour? I don't think so. I thought it was newly brewed vinegar. Maybe it's because of different tastes." Jiang Yuming leaned on the soft couch and yawned.

Bai Guiren turned his head to look at Jiang Yuming who was on the side, and took a chopstick to taste the vinegar in Jiang Yuming's plate.

After a while, Bai Guiren frowned.

(End of this chapter)